A morass of a wordcloud
Some days can just feel like one big sinkhole Quicksand filling one’s lungs Hands outstretched trying to grab the air droplets
For a giant you are quite small
You stand tall Wide girth Big stance Yet, you are small Small-minded Petty and a footling You may not even know what that means But it is you in a nutshell You turn on a dime You laugh a wicked belly You flop and flail If only […]
